Thursday, July 28, 2011

First I Killed Him


Then I ate him. And my husband ate her.

My neighbor drove for three house to pick up these little lobsters from a guy who drove to Maine to get them off a lobster boat.

I cooked them perfectly. Perfectly timed. They were so good. The Youtube clip below cracked me up. This is sort of what I did when I put my lobsters in the pot.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Trulia Are You Evil?

I'm just a little spooked here this morning for the second time. Our internet world is getting weirder and scarier to me by the day. I'm not sure I like how connected the whole internet world is and how the websites have programs that guess what sort of things you like to buy and are interested in by your IP address.

So this morning it happened again. I'm on blogger just moseying about while I sip my fresh brewed bold cup of coffee. Then all of a sudden a Trulia banner appears, WITH MY PHOTO in it telling me I can upgrade my Trulia account and get all my listings sold faster!

How did Trulia do that? It didn't happen on just Blogger either. Last night I was on some random website looking for inspiration and it happened there too!

It feels sort of Big Brother-ish from the book 1984.

Some times I think the Amish are completely right with their philosophies about technology.

Well, good morning. If you're on the internet, my face is probably popping up in a banner on your page somewhere inviting you to search for homes in Ohio!

To Da Lou

Monday, July 25, 2011

Easy Thai Chicken Recipe

I made this yesterday and it was pretty easy and pretty good, too.

Thai Chicken

1/4 cup coconut milk
2 Tbsp natural creamy peanut butter
1 Tbsp red curry paste (I threw in another Tbsp of yellow curry powder)
1 tsp grated fresh ginger
1 1/2 lbs bonless chicken thighs, cut into 1 in pieces
2 red bell peppers, sliced 3/4 in thick
1 large onion, sliced (I used a vadalia)
1 lb rice noodles
1 cup frozen peas
1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves
Lime wedges at serving

In a 5-6 qt slow cooker, combine the coconut milk, peanut butter, curry paste and ginger, mix in the chicken, peppers and onion.

Cook covered on low for 5-6 hours (high for 3-4)

Twenty minutes prior to serving, cook the noodles. Stir the peas into the chicken mixture and cook, covered, until heated through, about 3 minutes.
Spoon the chicken, vegetables and sauces over the noodles and sprinkle with the cilantro; serve with the lime wedges.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

A Little Bit of July Goings On

It's 100 degrees outside and humid. So I"m now inside with hot tea, LOL.
We rode our bikes downtown on July 4th to watch the fireworks. Next year I want to take a Kayak downtown like these people did. Jealous. (in a good way)
Before the fireworks began we walked the riverfront for carnival food & people watching.














Then one weekend in July we went to the Zoo.
Boy, is it hot in Ohio. Wish I had a Coca Cola, said the polar bear.















Don't even bother me, it's hotter than Africa here said mama Lion.














If anyone wants to rub my belly, that's fine with me, said Ochocinco.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I Love Weeds, But Then...



Behind my house lots of beautiful weeds grew & grew




Behind my house thistle grew 5 ft tall. Not a fan of Lamb's Ear out of control.



You can' t see it all, but it began to make my mind cluttered and sad seeing the untidy patio out my kitchen window. No where to go to meditate and think without confusing chaos surrounding me.




It was hard work in 99 degree weather. This is the after.




I planted some "Butterfly" flowers and some sort of green and white bush things. I cut the Hemlock way back. The Hemlock is too big for the dainty spot it's in. Yet it's so pretty I kept it.

Hoeing this area by hand made me think of my time in Haiti. The men would be in their fields hoeing and hacking before the sun came up. If I got up to tip toe to the latrine at 4 AM, I would hear the swooshing of their tools and see an outline of their crouching bodies slowly making their way through the rows of sugar cane, moon & stars the only light, underneath the sky-scraper coconut trees.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Almost 30 Days Ago

I turned 50 years old. It's no big deal. My business isn't rocking and I don't feel successful, just in debt with no retirement funds. Then I start thinking things like, "my dad died when he was 69, so I might have 19 years left to live." Or, I think things like, "my friend died at 60 so I might have 10 years left." Or, "I might keel over dead any minute." These have often been my thoughts.
My thinking doesn't reflect the joyful reality of my life. One of my kiddos decorated a bed sheet that said Happy 50th, It cheered me. She made a pretty gar
land from paper cupcake holders and it's really cute. She also made a display of Sponge Bob Square Pants napkins surrounding a plate of homemade sand dollar cookies. Sponge Bob makes me happy and so does the beach. How blessed am I?

My day is shared with Father's Day and this celebration was fun, too. My other kiddo flew in for a wedding & bachelorette party, so she was there for the Father's Day gift opening. I had ordered English afternoon tea, biscuits, and a dainty tea cup from the Royal Palace souvenir shop in London, England for Mr. S.T.'s father's day gift. However, midway through the online ordering process last month, I cancelled the order when I realized the exchange rate is double between the pound and dollar. I was willing to pay $30, but the bill with shipping costs was over $120. But, what a surprise! A box arrived from London Buckingham Palace with all the items inside just a couple days before Father's Day. I was pondering what I should do with the box of stuff since I didn't pay for it (wanting to do the "right thing"), when I received an email from the Buckingham Palace souvenir shop saying they had made a mistake, but keep the items as a compliment.

Thanks Princess Kate! I'm quite sure it was Kate's first decision as the new Princess. She was strolling through the souvenir shop shipping department with her entourage and found my cancelled order. "Oh, I say,, look here, some poor ole chap in America can't afford a tea cup. I command you send it anyway!" And with a wave of her hand
the teacup, tea, and biscuits were shipped straight away to Ohio, USA.
My hubster is a complete romantic, drinks tea, and loves all things English. So he delighted in opening up his gift from all the way across the Atlantic ocean. His daughters also got him some special teas and a fancy glass cup with a lid from the cool tea
store, Teavana. He was charmed by these too and we had a nice little tea-time celebration.

More stuff happened like Sushi dinner downtown, and a new listing, blah, blah, blah.
The the son-in-law arrived for the wedding, too. So he and Rachael and Olin and I went to Movie Tavern and saw Paris at Midnight. A Woody Allen movie. If you like American Literature, you will really like this movie.

Here's the highlight of my entire year so far: we drove two hours to attend a house show concert of Josh Garrels. It was in a beautiful million dollar mansion. Lovely people were there, mostly 20's to 30's, and lots of them with big pregnant bellies and a few toddlers. Loved it. We met Josh and his wife and they are true Jesus followers and I left the concert feeling all goodness inside me. Do yourself a favor and download his new album for FREE at www.joshgarrels.com He is a gifted lyricist/poet. May I recommend also you go to Youtube and look for Josh Garrels Babylon & Zion and his other tunes. Oh you will love it, you will!
Then Saturday night after cutting the grass, we went to a wedding that my older kiddo flew in for. At the reception we ate and drank and danced with long time friends of the kiddo and ate and drank and danced again, and then went out for buffalo wings at midnight. This bordered on "too much fun."

Then Sunday, my husband and I went to a Spanish-speaking church. We didn't understand anything that was said or sung, but we understood completely what was going on and the Holy Spirit was there. There was about 70 people there. I got prayed over in Spanish since I had a birthday in June. That was great, because this lady really prayed a long prayer over me. Even though I didn't understand anything said, I felt more kindred to these folks than any other church I've been to in the past couple years. They do outreaches in urban areas and do all kinds of challenging, faith-required things. Things that aren't really practical, like approach street criminals and gangs, and other things that seem impossible. I love them. I really do.

So there's a lot more that has gone on around here, so I'll update again soon.

To Da Lou!




Friday, July 1, 2011

We All Have the Same Promise

The real estate market is bad. For example, in our area, there are 50% less sales this year than last. Just think about that for a minute: Fifty percent. Prices have dropped 7 percent making it stressful in the business of helping people sell their homes. It's hard for them, whether rich or poor, to realize they have no equity and that they either must force the house into foreclosure to sell it, or bring money to the closing table just to sell. Some do have equity, but it's a lot less than it was last year.

Agents that I know who were very successful, are now out of the business all together. Some went bankrupt and are job seeking. Some just retired. Many got jobs. Monday at the association I belong to I was shocked to realize how many of these full time agents now have additional part time jobs.

The business is so bad, I think, I can't make a living. Business is so bad, I think, I really need to make a big career change.

I am fickle about real estate. Should I quit or should I stay? Should I get a normal job? Should I leave the business? Things are so bad, I tell myself, as I drive through the city looking at properties. There are so many for sale signs and so many properties that have been for sale for over a year, some two years, some more.

Then this story came to mind yesterday:
1Samuel 17:23-27
"Behold, there came up the champion, the Phillistine of Gath, Goliath by name, out of the armies of the Phillistines, and spake according to the same words: and David heard them. AND ALL THE MEN OF ISRAEL, WHEN THEY SAW THE MAN, FLED FROM HIM, AND WERE SORE AFRAID. AND, THE MEN OF ISRAEL SAID, HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN THAT IS COME UP? SURELY TO DEFY ISRAEL.....
...and David spake to the men that stood by him, saying, "WHAT SHALL BE DONE TO THE MAN THAT KILLETH THIS PHILLISTINE?"

The answer to David's question was the man who killed the giant would receive great riches, plus get the princess to marry, plus have full access and rights to the palace.

So why EVERYONE else is ready to run away and hide, wail and complain about their situation with the Phillistines, David looks at the situation instead and asks, "What will be done to the man who solves this problem?" I love this. Not, "whoa is me," but "Hmm, I wonder how much money I would make if I tackle this?"

All the men of Israel had the exact same promise that David had. So, the story goes, David tries to use the tactics of the great warriors of his day, but discards them for his own style. He runs without armour out to meet the giant head on, flings a rock at the guy and kills the giant. David became the champion, received the great riches, got the pretty princess, got full access to the palace. This opportunity was available to all the men of Israel that day. Only David saw the opportunity. The others saw gloom and doom. All of them had the King of Glory on their side. Only one believed it.

I have been thinking about all those for sale signs out there. What shall be done for the lady that can sell a house in this impossible market?

With God all things are possible.
Yesterday, I had a closing. I give God all the glory for this sale. I know His hand was in it, start to finish.

So, what shall be done for the lady that can sell a house today? I might just charge a higher fee, perhaps collect money up front for all the advertising I must pay for, and all the fees for internet sites. Maybe I need to discard the common armour of agents today and come up with my own plan to get these houses sold.

Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about. The Promises of God. Yes, they apply to our everday life. I don't want to say, "whoa is me, the market is so bad," instead I want to ask, "hmmm, I wonder how much money I can make if I solve these folks' problems?"